This happened… I don’t know exactly, maybe three or four years ago. I was in a stretch where most nights were just takeout in front of some show I wouldn’t even remember the plot of, and then bed.

Tuesdays were different; that was The Book Circle night. Free coffee, someone saying something smart about a novel we’d all half-read. I think I mostly went because of him. The guy with the canvas tote bag and the way he held books like they were something alive.

You can call me Joel, and my buddy Sam.

Joel and Sam had spent an entire winter sitting across from each other without ever really talking in private. But that night they met at Sam’s apartment. He was standing in the doorway holding a thick hardcover, The Complete Works of Shakespeare. Heavy as a brick and smiling in a way that made Joel stop for a second.

The coffee mug Joel had set down was still steaming. The TV was on in the background with the sound muted, frozen on a paused image from some morning talk show. The bookshelf leaned a little to the left. Crooked, Joel thought, with no idea why that even popped into his head.

They sat down. Small talk, mostly to kill the silence. A glance that lingered.

Joel’s knee brushed Sam’s, and neither of them moved away. Fingers met when the coffee mug changed hands.

The kiss came without warning, not big, but sure. Soft at first, then heavier. Hands found their way over shirt fabric, skin, waist. Someone said "oops" and laughed quietly. The coffee was forgotten; Joel’s pulse was way too high for coffee anyway.

It went fast from there. They didn’t talk about what was happening—it just did. His eyes were warm and calm, but Joel’s whole body buzzed. He noticed Sam’s gaze flick down toward his crotch and thought does he want to? just before Sam moved.

Sam dropped to his knees before either of them could say another word. He shot Joel a quick look and asked, "Is this okay?" Joel answered by putting his hand on the back of Sam’s neck, pulling him closer.

His mouth around Joel’s dick was hot and wet, lips sliding down until his nose almost hit Joel’s stomach. Joel clenched his teeth, feeling the tongue lick all the way up the shaft, over the head, circling like Sam was tasting him. A line of spit ran down toward Joel’s balls.

The dick was straight, just over six inches, veiny, with a darker head. Hair at the base but trimmed neat, a dense dark bush framing it.

Sam let it slide out and tapped it against his tongue with a little smack. Joel caught his breath and thought, Shit, he loves sucking cock.

Sam took his time, took Joel deep, pulled up slow, lips pressing against every vein. Joel felt the foreskin pull back and the head swell in the heat.

A cough in the middle of it made Sam pull back and laugh. "Sorry," he said.

"It’s fine," Joel said with a smile, running his hand through Sam’s hair, seeing how red and wet his mouth was.

They switched. Sam leaned back on the couch, and Joel went down between his legs. The smell of dick was strong, sweat, skin, a faint hint of laundry detergent from his pants. Joel ran his tongue up the shaft, licked his balls, let his mouth slide down until he felt Sam pushing his hips upward.

Sam’s cock was thick, a little shorter than Joel’s but as wide as a soda can, with a heavy head and a thick vein running underneath. Smooth body but a big, dark bush above the root.

"Jesus…" Sam said, more breath than words. Joel sucked harder, played his tongue under the head, felt a drop of precum hit his tongue. The taste was salty, loaded with heat.

When he pulled up, the shaft was shiny with spit. One of Joel’s hairs stuck to Sam’s lip and he laughed. "Come here," he said.

The kiss that followed mixed the taste of their dicks between them, tongues pressing together, moans tangled with laughter.

Sam pulled back slightly and asked quietly, "Wanna lick me?"

"I like sucking cock, but sure, I can lick your cock too," Joel said.

"I mean… back there," Sam said, looking a little shy. "I’ve never tried it, but I want to. I showered before you came over."

Joel smiled, looking down. "Yeah, sure." In his head: Shit. I’ve fantasized about this, but now I get to try it. I really want to try. Feels almost like getting a birthday present.

Joel took a deep breath and said, "I’ve never rimmed anyone before."

"Me neither," Sam said.

They guided each other gently. Joel tasted Sam’s ass first, hesitant at first, tongue circling before pushing in. Sam moaned low, voice shaking, his hand resting in Joel’s hair. Joel loved the way the muscle pulsed against his tongue, the mix of soap and something more.

He licked deeper, pressed his whole mouth against him, tongue working in circles, in and out, faster sometimes just to hear him moan louder. Fuck, I like this.

When Sam switched and licked Joel’s ass, Joel jolted, feeling the heat and wetness there. He pushed back against Sam and said, "Mmm… lick more…" His breathing was heavy, the couch creaked. The pillow under his stomach slipped away and he laughed. "Fucking pillow," he thought, I’m not stopping now, and Sam kept going.

Sam grabbed a condom while Joel was still licking him. "I think it’s time for something else," he said.

He tried to roll the condom over his dick but stopped. "This is like trying to put a jacket on a melon," Sam said.

"Yeah… your dick’s really thick," Joel said. He thought it looked a bit short but really fat, and he was totally turned on by it.

"I know regular-size condoms don’t work for me, but I didn’t plan for this, and this is the only brand I have here."

"It’s pretty tight," Sam said. "I probably need a bigger size."

"You don’t have any at home?" Joel asked.

"Nope," Sam said.

They both laughed. Off it went. "We’ll be careful," Joel said. "Then we can go without if you’re okay with that." His look said more than the words.

The first position was missionary. Sam leaned over Joel, pushing his cock in slowly. Joel gasped, feeling his ass open up and take him. Every inch burned but also filled him in a way that made him groan with pleasure.

The rhythm was slow, almost teasing. They kissed between deeper thrusts, the cock sliding all the way in, Joel feeling Sam’s balls hit him. "There… that feels good," Joel said three times, each with a different tone, whispering, almost angry, begging.

He’d been ready for it to hurt, but it just felt good. He suddenly thought about how Sam smelled like laundry detergent and laughed in the middle of it.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Your bookshelf’s crooked," Joel said, lying, he didn’t want to say he was thinking about laundry detergent.

"I know," Sam said, laughing, then went back to driving in harder.

When they switched to doggy, Sam pulled Joel closer with a firm grip on his hips. The weight behind each thrust drove in deep, balls smacking skin. "Fuck, you’re tight…" Sam moaned in his ear.

They paused twice to adjust the angle. "Wait… not like that… yeah, just like that." It felt amazing, but Sams cock kept slipping out. When he finally got in all the way and started fucking harder, Joel’s whole body reacted.

Now the dick was where it needed to be. Every thrust hit his prostate, and Joel felt his own cock standing like a spear. He tried jerking himself off while being fucked.

The last position was standing, Joel bent over the armrest. When he moved his hand, he accidentally hit the coffee table, and they both laughed. "I’m alive," Joel said.

Sam came closer, driving in with short, strong thrusts. The head of his cock hit bottom. Their eyes were close, the words almost whispers. Joel lost track of time, not sure if Sam was saying his name or if he was just hearing it in his head.

"Soon…" Joel said.

"Stop jerking off if you’re close," Sam said.

Joel gasped, "I’m not even touching myself, but I’m still gonna cum… I’m cumming… now… now… now…"

The climax hit in waves. First, a sharp, hard peak where his whole body tensed. Cum shot out without him even touching himself, the best orgasm he’d ever had. Strands ran over the edge of the couch and down to the floor.

Sam kept driving, moaning loudly. "I’m cumming too… is it okay if I cum in you?" he managed to say before filling Joel’s ass with warm cum. Joel pushed back against Sam’s cock. He didn’t want to let it go yet.

We stayed like that, forehead to back, arms wrapped, both breathing heavy.

Afterward, it was quiet. The TV was still frozen on the paused screen. The coffee was cold. The book on the table had a small, obvious cum stain.

It was the first time we fucked. But definitely not the last.